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I need that little thingy to mount my phone to the tripod for more stable videos.
P.S. I rinsed the filter before the shoot, hence it’s wet.
Music for your late nite enjoyment. January 2014. www.radgeradge.com Tinashe w/ ASAP Nast - Who Am I Working For Jeremih - Ex-To-See Quez - Shawty Whats Yo Name Souljah Boy - My City Doe B - That's You Waka Flocka - Red Ferrari Gunplay - Get Like Me Gucci Mane - Point Of My Life Sampha - Too Much Trey Songz - Don't Judge Future - Hell 'N' Back Travis Porter - Geekin Schoolboy Q w/ TiRon - Love Me Not Enterlude - Bei Maejor Ty$ - Fucking On The Floor Lil Wayne - I Feel Like Fucking Something Cassie w/ Young Jeezy - Balcony Fat Trel - Love My Gang The-Dream - Hello, Hi, Goodbye
saturday, 4/6/13
i guess the one good thing is the amount of work i did today: close-read most of "how should a person be?" and at least thought a whole lot about creative writing, did some small edits. after dinner when victoria and miles went their separate ways, i took a roundabout route to the tables outside of the library, taking in the small warm breeze, hoping to catch as much of the dissipating light as possible. i read outside, at that table, cigarette clutching, as long as i could. when it was too cold, i planted myself in the cafe, which is perhaps the nerdiest location (most populated) that i could do work till closing on a saturday night, but these people don't know my life, you know? i am writing a novel! i am a hack. either way i hoped to see anyone i cared about and i didn't. taking more detours, at 11 i left, joined maggie briefly, then as she too went to bed i went to a party with kyla and kate. it ended as i arrived, passing loud drunk clusters, loud drunk clustered people, and i passed simon's roommate, then one of his best friends, and for each of these people i watched momentary recognition pass over their faces as they saw me: "oh, that's the girl simon slept with!" or, "is sleeping with," depending on what he's told them, which i hadn't expected to be much, but considering these uniform facial expressions catalyzed by my presence probably it is more. maybe he's just enough of a loner that even the smallest of romances is a big deal. i fantasized spreading my arms wide and saying, "yes! here i am! i am that girl! your observational skills have not putrefied!" but i think i looked down, or at my phone.
it was beautiful out tonight. it is beautiful out tonight. i think maybe i was giddy from the no-work, the lack of library time, or maybe two beers just actually had an effect on me. my muscles turned down watts; i was talkative, for once. alcohol makes me a better and a worse conversationalist, or maybe just a worse listener, which is typically my best quality. forget wide eyes or semi-comprehensive knowledge of poetry: i will do my utmost to catch every word that falls from your lips, even the mumbled ones, even the slurred ones, even the talked-over too-quiet half-regrettable words, and i'll do so supportively. my facial muscles arrange themselves quite neatly in a manner that reads "engaged" and "thoughtful" and "compassionate."
when they went to sleep, i walked nonsensical rounds about the square, swallowing the pissed dregs of my last cheap can of beer, and feeling, in turns, annoyed with miles for ditching me, sad about simon for not caring about me, and mostly very proud of myself for not smoking another cigarette: it's getting out of hand, all of it. my intake. i imagined some impossible scenario in which i could tell simon, without ending our friendship, and, probably, with gaining some sexual gratification, that he is the one i want to describe my day to. things happen to me or i happen to them and i want to tell him. i think of some weirdo thoughts and i want to know what he'd think of them too.
this is a situation that won't occur. so i am in bed, sitting, back sore. so i am listening to this song, "diver," by alunageorge, and feeling the cool husk of the window, and slowly swaying with its beat. i just did a little more work on my capstone. typing feverishly in the dark is passed a habit, now.
oops stayed up till 4am on tumblr again...and didn't do my lab report? oh. dang...it......
i still think about him, but i don't think it's because i miss him necessarily. i certainly miss kissing holy cow now that i've done it, it's like all i want and it's driving me a little nuts and i kinda miss sleeping in someone else's bed and cuddling with bare skin and being touched in that certain slow way around my waist and my neck and staring at someone without being embarrassed and fixing someone's hair just because i can/knowing that there's something inside him that loves it just because it's me touching him and he's thinking about kissing me and i giggle because it's so preposterous that HAHA SOMEONE REALLY ACTUALLY WANTS TO KISS MY FACE
it was nice, it was nice, it was all too nice to be nice for long
So what does it mean if..
I make a late-nite kitchen raid and come back with sweet peppers and Tostitos. Am I pregnant or something?
Jimmy Fallon has moment with his dogs.
